I Am Not Free
I'm walking on the hallway
And people are staring at me.
Murmuring on the sides,
They're talking about me.
I can't walk normally,
My feet are trembling.
My hands are shaking
And my tears are falling.
Everything I do,
Someone is observing.
Everything I say,
Someone is listening.
Gossip people are everywhere.
Rumors are flying
And that judges are amazed.
Fake witnesses appeared.
People's eyes are open
But doesn't see what's great.
People's ears can listen
But only chooses to hear.
Judges are like grasses,
Planted everywhere.
Choosing to notice the mistake
And announced to anyone.
Where's the justice?
Why do people judge so easily?
I feel like I'm not free,
I've been jailed in this society.
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∆BlueCryztalz
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Fiction And Reality Blends | Book Of Poetry
PoetryPoems are written because of experiences and imaginations where knowledge and feelings unites. -BlueCryztalz The words used maybe simple but they create a deeper meaning when combined. Why did I wrote these poems? For what? Maybe to inspire others...
